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Post by Fyursos on Sept 12, 2018 19:57:43 GMT -5
"That should be fine," Fyursos confirmed, allowing the walking machine drop the large stone that blocked their path a few seconds ago. Bringing this Faust unit along was clearly the right decision, as the mountain terrain was only made more and more hostile as he tried to scale it. He didn't want to consider the difficulty he'd face without the extra muscle, especially if he hadn't equipped himself with one of Simplix' "breathyboxes" before making the attempt. Under normal circumstances, he wouldn't have even considered making such a journey alone, but certain... information had come to light which pushed him in this direction. The information in question involved the potential destruction of everything he'd built thus far, and the chieftain wouldn't allow such a risk to go unchecked.
The visions didn't give much in the way of explanation. All they had offered were fleeting glimpses of shattered stone, bending metal and fallen allies before he felt himself being added to the count. Then, he awoke with a distinct pain in his neck and a solid indication that these mountains held a danger his Collective had yet to uncover. What it was, exactly, he didn't know yet. He did, however, have an idea of where it would come from: Above. His scouts and hunters had used the past month to scour the lands below, identifying the nearest kingdom as a place called China which held a notable military power but didn't seem to understand much about magic or machina. After that, Fyursos had planned to expand his reach in the other direction, securing more of the mountain region and locating a point at which to set a permanent command center. Judging by his pains and visions, such a plot was to go awry in the worst possible way. When he insisted that the plans be delayed until he secured the region himself, the phantom pain left him, meaning it was his expanding territory that had brought the wrath down to begin with. He was on the right track.
Thus, he took one of the first Faust units to clear the newly constructed foundry, setting off to intercept whatever their enemy was. The machina wasn't just for clearing the road, however. It would also be his primary way of attracting the attention of whatever lurked in this place. When they finally reached an open plateau further up the mountain, Fyursos decided this would be the optimal location. Not only was it flat and without obstruction, but much of it was bare stone without loose dirt or gravel in the way. In his attempt to expand, he had likely ordered this to be the location for a mine shaft- Something which upset the local presence and sealed the fate of all involved. Though he wouldn't make that big of a mistake, it was that logic which he would use to make contact. "Here will do. Whoever may hear, know that I wish to speak in peace!" Fyursos spoke loudly with the hope of clarifying his message, though he doubted his intended recipient would take it well either way. A rude gesture like what was to come would have to be an acceptable price if it was in exchange for the survival of his enterprise.
With his statement complete, he drew a remote control from his pack, powered it on and located a dial on the side. With his eyes on the Faust unit, he turned it a few ticks in one direction, causing the machine's right arm to extend upward. With a deep breath of anticipation, he cranked it hard the other way. The Faust's arm shot down, thrusting the end of its Rod into the ground. It struck with a strength akin to such a machine, cracking the stone on contact and releasing the loud, explosive noise he was hoping for. It was nowhere near the offense that a mining hole would be, but that was the point. It would be his lure, gathering the interest of his quarry and urging them to investigate the disruption. Though he hoped diplomacy with the protector would be possible, Fyursos knew that some people were more volatile than others. He kept his hands on the remote, ready to sic his machine if something went wrong.
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Sept 21, 2018 9:02:15 GMT -5
Let my fangs set you free Clairvoyance was hardly an accurate skill. Much like anything in this world it was unpredictable, wild. Man and beast were disinclined to obey the laws put out to them by nature. Known well to defy these laws no great wizard nor machine could fathom the depth of a living creature's desire to live. There were times where even machines functioned such a skill and other times even the tiniest rock had the drive to defy all calculations put out against its survival. Knowing the future did not mean one could control it, or understand it. Hindsight was perhaps the one and only predilection to experience. In the Land of Dragons magic and man were at odds. Ancient beings that dwelt in the lands due to protect it from the foolish endeavors of those who seek to alter its natural order. The disruption would unearth many dangers and summon the fiercest of those ancient beings... Perhaps in a right mirror of his own world, Fyursos would discover that tearing into the earth would rouse those slumbering beneath. They had been away but a month, at best, and the guardians of this mountain would return to this? Was not their command over the bamboo dense slopes not deep enough? Were not their mischief enough to ward off the curious noses of man? But these were no men... Stepping onto the edge of the cliff face, the dark boots of the largest of the two dug into the loose soils. Gloved hands clenched in rage as fangs were bore to the wind. The red mane atop their head danced in the cross of the breeze his eyes alight with hunger. Beside him sat crouched a younger looking man, his face rest in his palm as he elbow rest perched on his knee. Titan dropped to all fours, nearly spiraling off the edge with a voracious roar fit for a dragon, the sound ripping across the mountain, echoing and diminishing as it carried down. All that kept him from taking flight was the raised hand of his brother who held off the voracious beast. "Monsters! They trample our home, this sacred land!" The beast bore naught but hatred for the despicable metal beasts and its leader. Cai would smirk and lower his hand, his brother sitting on his haunches like the feral beast he was. though wearing the skin of man these dragonkin were no different from the Dravanian known in the reaches of the Forelands of Eorzea. "You're right, but let's start off with a bang." Cai asserted. The pair would look to each other and grin before dashing off across the steep mountain ledges. They would take to the loose stones, kicking them away to wretch the large boulders from their nests. They sought to create an avalanche that would take down the machines and their master. The height of their perches kept them hidden, their actions appearing to be nature taking back what was rightfully her own. At the last boulder they would ride it down, like a man riding a board across the sea. Once at the bottom of the ravine they would launch towards the invaders with fists drenched in Darkness and Light, respectively, before turning on the unknown trespassers. Their touch for destruction was matched by a voracious enthusiasm for divine punishment. Cai stood upon one of the machines, his gloved hands dusting off the debrid. "He speaks of peace brother!" He called out, looking to his kin, only to reserve a foul look for the feral twin. "Take that out of your mouth, youk now not where it has been! Turn to our guest!" He would order. Titan had bitten down on a piece of machine and like tore some hose from its placement. There he stood, the massive bruit, with tendrils of the machina in his mouth. Turning his head he spat it out, mouth full of razor sharp teeth and eyes glowing with molten gold, where as the other's shone with fiery crimson. "Puuh, it speaks of peace, yet creates such clamor with its metal demons." He pressed, irritably. Let us purify your heart! words: 000 - tags: Fyursos - notes: Let's play fetch!
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Post by Fyursos on Sept 21, 2018 20:51:38 GMT -5
He'd expected a beast of some description. The roars he heard were no surprise at all. What caught the goblin chief off-guard was the swiftness of the response, as well as where it came from. Somewhere off to his right, where the flat land took a sharp curve up into a high ridge, was where it had originated, and it didn't seem to come from a beast at all. At least, not a literal one as much as a figurative one. Two, actually, who didn't spend much time deliberating before they took a wide angle of approach. One so wide, in fact, that it didn't seem like an approach at all until the falling stones provoked the gravity of larger ones, masses mounting until a set of boulders was rolling down toward them. Those which didn't shatter upon hitting the ground shot away from the wall with their momentum and made a furious wave of rock which quickly moved his way.
"Phalanx, quickly!" Fyursos shot out the order to his machine, which stepped in front of him and swung its rod, battering the first boulder and discarding it easily. The second, however, was too close behind to ready another swing, and so the Faust unit had no choice but to grapple with it, even scooting back a pace from the force of the impact before the force was spent, allowing the rock to be shoved aside like the first. Fyursos, having been standing behind his machine, was unharmed. He was also proud, having seen the machina functioning well in a crisis situation, but was soon to be disappointed beyond all reasonable expectation when the beasts made another move.
The Faust saw them first, and even raised an arm to intercept them with a punch, but they were too close already. A vicious combination of physical strikes and magical spellwork made frighteningly short work of his machine. Before it could consider a second movement, a number of pieces had already been bent out of place or removed entirely. Much sooner than he would have liked, the machina stopped moving. The remote, meanwhile, also gave no response, and the two were already moving on from their battle as if it was a distraction of the moment. Seeing this, Fyursos understood what he had seen before. These beasts had no trouble at all in dismantling this Faust. With barely ten being ready for combat when he left the Foot, he found it easy to believe his Collective wouldn't fare much better.
All the more reason to do this correctly.
Though one of the strangers acknowledged his words, the other seemed to be fully content with ignoring them entirely. If not for his respect of the first, Fyursos likely would have joined his machine already, and the goblin silently thanked the thinking one for that advantage. He didn't do so aloud, at risk of offending them with what could be seen as a pointless statement. It was raw, real advantages they respected, and Fyursos believed that these beasts would be of a similar mindset.
Even then, Fyursos took a moment to tip his head forward in a generic bow, but tried not to hold it for too long. Such closed body language might be rude, and with his small frame it was impossible to make a bow appear open. "I deeply apologize for the affront," he apologized before rising again, trying to keep himself from breathing as heavily as his stressed heart tempted him to. "I know little of this place, and less of the people in it, but it was important that I contacted those who defended it. I considered a flare or a flag, but the peaks obscure them. Thus, I decided the sound of steel and stone would serve better to make contact." He looked up at them through his single-eyed facemask, uncomfortably drowning in the constant reminder that just one was significantly taller than him. "If I'd known it would be so offensive, I'd not have dared."
"...But I'll not waste your time with sentiment. As said, I did not come to fight. I came to speak with the defenders of this place, in hopes that I could perhaps negotiate peace."
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Sept 26, 2018 19:34:51 GMT -5
Let my fangs set you free Was this guy serious? Was he for real? Was this shorty really inclined to speak of such things as peace when all he did was rattle the serenity of their mountain? The twins looked to each other. Titan sat crouched, his left arm rest over his thigh and Nymph with his hands on his hips as he leaned slightly. The eyes of the brothers met, brows with equal parts confusion and mischief. Nymph leaned forward, his eyes pinched up in a smile as he spoke. "Your speech is reminiscent to that of a rat, who takes pleasure in having, with giving little." He affirmed. Crossing his arms over his chest he looked around as he remained perched on his high stone, his boots digging against the rock with the dexterity afforded a native mountain dweller. "So tell me, rat, what did you bring to negotiate peace, unless -- you didn't know?" He pressed, almost seeming to enjoy the Goblin's ignorance. It seemed the smaller one had a sharp wit and was highly intelligent, observant. It did not mean his brother was a brute and lacked the common sense provided of most at birth. The large male in question remained on the ground below his brother. It was as if the pair openly displayed their sense of hierarchy even in the way they stood. Titan was at a position of advantage: on the ground and able to lunge were the goblin to be more of a threat, than a rat. Curious eyes of amber, like molten gold in the way they shimmered. It was the gaze of a hunter, the eyes many a beast of the Hinterlands provided the reckless bodies of adventurers and Illuminati alike that dared flowed through the abandoned colony. "Abominations." The larger brute in black spat. He held up a fistful of wire, piping, before ripping it in half, further destroying the object of his irritation. "Though you come here with no will to fight, it is without question that your actions are contesting." The larger dragon spoke, the mouth full of sharp fangs quite obvious up close as with every word came a gnashing of hungry jowls. Perhaps they were resistant to his words, but the very fact the Goblin still spoke was sign enough. Territorial sorts were often not given to words and were quick to attack, but the idea of his negotiating seemed -- amusing, to say the very least. What could he offer that would allow him to stay on their lands? Did he not know? The Smaller male, who could be surmised to be the youngest of the twins, jumped down to stand beside his sibling who stood, perfectly mirroring the movements of the other. They nodded and pointed to the Goblin in unison, as if the action were practiced! Once their pose was done Nymph would speak. "You stand in our land foreigner! We are the gods of this soil and if you are to offer penance for your profane acts, than we are merciful enough to listen!" The boy was courageous, to say the least. But a queer thought at that. How were two, mortal boys, gods of such a land? There was but one village at the base of the mountain and about were discarded shrines that like once were pristine and venerated by those who once lived in these mountains, but any sign of life had since been consumed by the forests and bamboo grooves. Let us purify your heart! words: 000 - tags: Fyursos - notes: Gods adore adoration!
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Post by Fyursos on Sept 26, 2018 20:48:58 GMT -5
It looked like Fyursos' fears were still very much justified. They were offended by his presence, and insisted that his motives were impure. They even went so far as to call him a rat, and his machine an abomination. When they gave him a formal challenge in perhaps their most foreboding gesture yet, he knew this act of diplomacy would test him more than a simple trial-and-error, 'cut me down and I'll try something else' process would.
Still, he understood what was really going on. These two had openly made threats and accusations toward him, and not one seemed facetious. What they didn't seem to realize, though, was what he really gathered from their words. They were mighty, yes, but they were weak in their own way- Everyone was, really. If they were truly satisfied, what point would there be in listening to him at all? They wanted something specific, and he was the next to try giving it to them. It was up to him to prove he could deliver.
He knelt and set down the pack he brought, trying not to think too hard about his demolished machine. "As a man, true, I am as lacking as a common rodent, but like men, it is not my form that I offer, but the utility of my wit and my people." From the pack, he drew another, smaller parcel: A sack, warded and enchanted, with what would perhaps be among his greater bargaining chips here. "You see, there are people in the world below who have already tried to trespass in this place. I'm sure you've seen them, as have I. They are weak, and easily deterred, but they are not the only men who exist. I come from a place farther away, where the strength of man eclipses that of godhood."
Fyursos made a broad, expanding gesture with his hands as he spoke. "They've built kingdoms in my homeland like Ishgard, with spires of stone and cinder that break up the heavens! They bore into mountains like this, clearing them away to expand, and their might in war is unmatched. I witnessed a great war between them and my kin, but our leaders were unprepared for such a bout. They were incompetent, and they were destroyed. I fled before my friends could meet the same fate, but we were stopped in China." He paused, considering how he could put his thoughts into words.
"They will learn," he warned the guardians. "I bring a message of that coming doom, but I also bring a solution." Fyursos opened the sack wide, giving a clear view of the many colorful gems inside. They were not of this world, and each one radiated with alien magics that probably couldn't be replicated with the technology here. "These crystals allow my people to make machines which would bring China to its knees. If we are allowed a place to manufacture them, we could ensure that none ever trespass in this place again. I apologize once more for my own offenses, but I do not wish to see a repeat of past disasters. Letting a nation like China gain strength is how Alexander, the guardian of my home, was destroyed." Fyursos hung his head on that last note. Alexander was truly a marvel of both mechanical and magical might, and seeing it shut down was a dark time for his folk. "And so, I ask for your endorsement. When all is done, none will be present to sully your land- Even I will not show myself here again. All this, if you can but tolerate our presence, for we have nowhere else to flee."
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Sept 28, 2018 18:34:24 GMT -5
Let my fangs set you free Misleading, berating, and overall the tongue of a snake: forked and going all which ways. The words of men had a way of irritating the siblings, rubbing them the wrong way. While their language had some measure of value, neither could say they much enjoyed it for serious discussions. The game of words always interested them. They learned from an early age that all which was said and done by the mortal flesh of men should be held with caution. Even this, such a creature far removed still spoke like a man, carried on, and walked like them. Nymph had not moved from his place. Among the two he seemed to hold himself with a greater sense of humanity with his back straight and arms crossed over his chest as he tucked a boot-covered foot behind his heel and seemed content to hear the Goblin speak. His eyes were pinched up in a smile as he hummed. Titan on the otherhand had remained crouched and watched the Goblin with caution, a sense of wariness glimmering in his amber eyes. His lip curled as his bare fingers touched to his chin. "A message of doom?" He spat. "What are you a teller of fortunes? Understand crier we have no interest in your mortal prattlings about the future. Take comfort in the fact you will die long before seeing it." He hissed before moving to stand, but behind him Nymph raised his hand, while arms still rest cross. The brute stilled, letting his arms fall to his side. He had not looked back, but somehow was conscious of his sibling's beckon to halt his thoughts of destruction. Nymph stepped forward, his foot pressing on his brother's shoulder. Titan held out a hand as the smaller twin stepped down, using him as one would use a ladder. Coming to the ground the crimson eyed fiend, who wore the flesh of a man, laughed out. "Magic stones? We have enough magic that such a catalyst would crack under the weight of our expertise. Come now, what fools do you take us for? Speak plainly of your intents. Why would such as you care for the craven mortals who doom their own land, the very star they were born upon?" He moved closer to the Goblin, but only this time the shifting ire was halted by the Titan, a hand on his arm, holding him back. The bright-eyed male cocked his head. "You stink of sin, my brothers wrath upon you. You are not free from the actions you have taken to reach this point. Do not presume to know our desires. We care not for this land, only our power." A shock, to those who would be so presumptuous as to believe the hunger stricken terror in black naught but a mindless beast. But just looking upon them it was no simple task to discern their natures. A beast of pure light, an equal beast of darkness. They were locked in a constant struggle, a battle betwixt themselves and amongst the stars. Nymph's face was twisted in irritation before he would swing back his hand and knock back the larger male who stumbled two steps before regaining his footing. Nymph stared at the sinful creature which was his blood. Titan looked down, holding a hand to his cheek. Light radiated from the red-eyed mountain god, hands clenching in anger. But just as quickly as his anger rose, so did it face. His smile returned as he returned his attention to the mask wearing invader. Nymph nodded. "He is right. I would no sooner smite you than believe the words of a man." It did not matter what shape a man took. Be it that of a beast, or a spirit. They were all the same in the end. "So you offer your gems, declare them to hold untold measures of power and yet, and yet you do not simply rend the land, meaning you need it." He clapped his hands together. "Our land is worth more than just your magic stones, little one." Nymph sang out, his tone like a bell. It was quite opposite of his brother's more tenor tone. "I shan't tolerate your presence, but instead you can pay for it with an equal bounty. I care not what you do with stone and sand, metal or air. Anything done to this land, we can undo, but --" But... "If you find those that would worship us, nay, one powerful enough to subjugate us than and only than shall we not continuously reduce your metal men to rubble." Titan would nod. "A toll.You will have some land, but you will not obtain it all unless you can find one as such my brother describes. You see this land has left in it very little magic. The heartless consume it for succor like the bear destroying a hive for a taste of honey." He explained. "Your stones will not feed the power you drain from this land by trodding on it, no-- you need one that would be able to hold us." A challenge. A familiar sounding system. Crystals, those who would pray to them in reverence and -- in return one gained power. They almost sounded like eikons. But that would be far fetched.... right? Let us purify your heart! words: 000 - tags: Fyursos - notes: Dragon Gods of the Mountain
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Post by Fyursos on Sept 29, 2018 19:27:35 GMT -5
It wasn't too surprising that they didn't heed his word at first. If a stranger had told him the same, Fyursos wouldn't trust the warning either. It was a shame, really, since he was quite proud of his planned exposition. Nonetheless, the effect of his words was minimal in swaying them, as was his loot. They still questioned and doubted him. Even though they had conflicts of their own, they thought of him in unison, something that made them quite the collective mind to compete again. If these two had a less hostile temperament, they may have been valuable advisers. Unfortunately, recruitment wasn't an option. Alliance was the best he could hope for here, but even that was proving difficult, as they were coming off as fully content to give him no ground at all. They had to stop each other several times from shutting him up with force, although a chance to do this over with more information would probably work to his advantage in the end. His false assumption that they were driven with greed was also a bit shameful. Perhaps he wasn't quite as clever as he believed, as his options were still dwindling. He'd been hoping to avoid some of the more dangerous solutions he had plotted out, but his plans had to change if he were to succeed here.
"They are not catalysts," he assured them of the crystals. "They are fuel, and a potent one at that- If one is capable of using them." He secured the lip of the sack, sealing away the gems once more. "You've said it yourself. This land is dead, barren, sapped of its energy, but it is not energy alone that I offer. Rather, I offer a use." Fyursos set it into his pack again and stood, hefting it over a shoulder. "With advancement of technology comes advancement of the mind, and an adept mind finds ways of using fuels such as this for more... complicated means than the people here have. From what I've seen in your display, you've dabbled in them yourself, but I wager that learning men can create things much greater than a cloaked hand."
He raised a hand, held between the fingers a single crystal taken from the store and hidden in a sleeve for a few moments. It glowed a fierce white, bright even against a backdrop of snow. "In my home, these not only permeate the ground, but the culture. What you call mystical here, we call common magery, and thus do our extremes reach far greater heights." He released the crystal, though it did not fall. Instead, it split into three long shards, floating in place and slowly spinning around itself. "I've come to understand that whether or not you respect the spoken word, you don't care much at all for a proofless promise. Thus, do I offer a chance to demonstrate, and to perhaps cut a bargain in the process."
Fyursos put his palm forward to the crystal before speaking again. One of the three wings collided softly with his hand, bouncing away and coming to a stop before attempting to pass again and failing once more. "The deal is simple: A contest of strength, between your gods and mine. I will gather more crystals, bring them here and use them to perform a summoning. Whatever creature arises will act as my champion in this, and you as your own. You have challenged me to bring proof, and I will. As such, my challenge to you-" He closed his fingers around the fading crystal, crushing the spent toy between them and halting its movement. "-will be to destroy it."
"Let the performance of my Primal be proof of not only my strength, but of the strength of the people who so easily routed it before." The chief reached out his other hand, this time prompting the strangers to confirm his proposal. "As for what I want, well... I want China. To remove the learning men of the land is to rid my future property of pests, and to rid your horizon of an eyesore."
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Oct 2, 2018 21:28:29 GMT -5
Let my fangs set you free It was a difficult task to read the twins' intentions. While they seemed to oppose the other's ideals and openly speak against the nature of their aspects they also seemed to balance the other and prevent them from acting out in a manner that would diminish the advantage they currently held. While Fyursos has foresight in his corner the unpredictability of the shaman was not measured by recklessness but a fortitude to defy their destinies. As the Goblin spoke he declared a challenge, a contest of strength that would allow him a chance to prove his fortitude in the field, to prove he was able to face them. But the twins were mere boys. Pups before greater ancestor dragons. They could not compare to an avatar already beheld by a mortal for such they knew that a bound avatar's power like was nigh comparable to the unbound dreams of of youths. No they would not place themselves in a contest which they would assuredly lose. Instead they would propose something much more fun... Titan motioned his hand to his brother, the dark garbed shaman, his fire red mane shirt and spiked out putting on this display his feral nature. Around his wrist he wore a band of feathers which painted his form akin to a druid as a miniature dream catching totem also hung in view. A whisper to his power and past. "Such wouldn't do. Because of the waning power of our land, so does our power whither. But instead," The brute would smile, his fang-filled mouth baring his ferocious intent. "Destroy our enemy, for it is what consumes the mana from out land, but it sits comfortable behind a barrier at the very top of our mountain." He turned to look up the trails. Following Titan's gaze, beyond the bamboo grove was a barrier of snow and ice that rest at the mountain's peak. There slept a powerful heartless that not even the pair had chance to banish. It did to drain the prayers from their village and drain what bit of power they were able to secure with but one shrine, barely cared for, by them. So the goal was to make their way to this place, take down the barrier and defeat the terror that kept the pair from their power. Nymph clenched his hand into a fist in excitement. Yes, a brilliant idea! He was glad he had it. "Banish this darkness and you will gain our favor!" For too long has the shadow demon escaped his grasp, kept hold prisoner their totem. "You slay the dark entity and you will have not only our power but our land, and this is no partial favor!" He would vehemently warned. "If you cannot eradicate the demon I will smite you with my own fangs!" he hissed out, a white-blue vapor snaking from his lips, between his equally sharp, fang-like teeth. "You do us this favor, and it is but a step is purifying this land!" Was that it would take? But climbing up the mountain would be no easy task. It was full of peril. Not only were there no clear trails but there were wild beasts and Heartless alike. The twins looked to each other and grinned wildly. They had no means of losing here. They would win either way and if they managed to destroy each other: the more for them to consume. They looked to Fyursos awaiting his agreement. After all a dragon was bound by his oath, ever the odds being stacked in their favor. Let us purify your heart! words: 000 - tags: Fyursos - notes: A Dragon's Totem
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Post by Fyursos on Oct 6, 2018 10:08:38 GMT -5
Had Fyursos not been wearing a mask at the time, the two may have seen the twitch of an eye at the confession of their weakness. If they already knew they'd lose against what he warned them of, then was his point not proven? No, they still wanted proof beyond their own worries, and they were more willing to risk him than they were themselves. Unfortunately, the situation was too sensitive for him to insist on his own ideas, and this was about as good an offer as he'd gotten from them thus far. It would have to do, even if it still involved putting himself in danger.
"Though I regret not being able to show you what I speak of, I understand what you say," he voiced his compromise without letting his offense slip through. This wasn't the time to get bothered by semantics. Besides, there would be challenges involved in this... challenge, but he still had things working in his favor that would ease such a burden. By two moons' end, the beast you speak of will be another head on my mantle- Or yours, if you'd prefer." Though showing discontent wasn't optimal, Fyursos did feel it was as good a time as any to show confidence, giving a brief bow and not hesitating to speak. "Of that, I assure you."
He sealed his pack back up, hefted it over his shoulder once more and stood straight again. Well, as straight as one could after a lifetime of hunching over maps and blueprints. With the hand that wasn't holding one of the straps in place, he reached out to shake and confirm their wager. "When I next return, it will be with weapons and warriors. When I return after that, it will be with victory."
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Oct 7, 2018 10:38:38 GMT -5
Let my fangs set you free Apart the twins were quite an amicable sort, but once together their perchance for mischievousness and headache inducing, one-sided contests were -- insufferable. It was something one expected of adolescents. And while to the mortal flesh they were of full maturity amongst their dragonkin they were youths, barely seasons enough to travel the stars responsibly! A headache upon a twitchy sensation in one's sleeping limbs it was difficult to tame their desires and attentions but this one thing they seemed focused on. This totem. At the Beastman's agreement they Light and Dark demons looked to each other with grinning expressions, mouths filled with fangs. They reached their fists up to bump them together with the success of their negotiations, but when the Goblin started to pack up they would stop and look to him. Titan held out his hand. "Hold man, you cannot enter the mountains alone. They are fraught with danger and beasts disinclined to such negotiations." The larger male motioned up. "Sometimes the shadows which spew forth from our nemesis come forth in droves especially to those with powerful auras." The light summoned these beasts as did powerful hearts in which they could subdue and consume. Nymph was more inclined to let the interloper suffer, and, with any luck, be consumed so he had less sinners to smite. But he did not trust the outlander to return with their totem. It was a powerful artifact after all. Nymph smiled, eyes pinching up, akin to a fox. "We shall go with you, make sure your trail is safe. We are this land's guardians after all. It wouldn't do to let an interloper roam our territory unassisted." Despite his gentle voice the boy's words were sharp. Before the goblin could protest the brothers turned and clapped their hands together: left palm to right palm and elbow to elbow. Nymph reached his hand to his chest, a white light emanating from his form. Titan placed his hand over his chest as a darker energy formed from his. The pair drew their lights together and with a loud, almost comical, pyon noise their combined energies would revert them to their true forms! With sharp talons digging into the soil and scaled bodies the pair had long, slender bodies with insignificantly sized wings on their backs. At the ends of their tails were tufts of fur and atop their heads manes of red, the hues matching the colors from their human shapes. Titan had dark scaling: his body black as the night with his underbelly coated in red and tiny nubs where horns would soon grow. Nymph was covered in white scales and a red belly. Standing side by side one could see the size difference between them was retained as was that smug pride. The magical energy that lifted off them was quite surprising. If not for the mana shared by the shaman one would have easily passed by them in the mountains. The only problem was that these majestic, magnificent dragons -- were barely four and thee fulms in height. They held up their hands, eyes pinching up in cheer. They dropped to all fours and skated up a path that had been hidden by the bamboo. Scurrying onto a stone like a pair of ferrets the two looked down to the Goblin, waving him along. At least in this form they would more like offer him a boon than tragedy. They did seem to radiate eenergy that kept the lands around them calm... Let us purify your heart! words: 000 - tags: Fyursos - notes: Up the Mountain Trials after Dragon tails!
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Post by Fyursos on Oct 10, 2018 9:46:39 GMT -5
Fyursos gave no argument in response to their insistence on joining his venture. It was unlikely they'd deliberately interfere if their claims were true, and seeing him perform the deed would circumvent the later need of proof. By all means, they were welcome to come along, though their transformation was less pleasant a surprise. Together, they shed their human form to become something a lot more familiar to him, with sleeker, scaled bodies that he recognized immediately. That was his confirmation that what his dream had shown him before wasn't a metaphor in the slightest, and that he'd found what he was looking for. He probably should have been amused by their lackluster height, but as someone who was lacking in a similar way compared to the men below, he found it hard to care about that, especially when recalling that, technically, these beasts had already slain him once before. Given the chance, they could probably do it again.
It took him a bit to register something else, though, as they revealed the path forward and urged him forward. They were leaving now. "We depart immediately then?" he concluded, now losing some of that confidence. He'd had a plan- A rather solid one, in fact. "I had thought to return later, to prepare before moving on. I wasn't exaggerating when I said I came in peace..." Fyursos sifted through his pack again, but found what he already knew to be completely true. He had come here completely unarmed. Still, he didn't panic. Well, he didn't panic much. Releasing a stressed breath of acceptance, he took up his pack and joined them at the road. "If you insist we do this now, then it will be done." The Goblin was dissatisfied that he couldn't return home to gather weapons as he planned, but reminded himself that this first foray was unlikely to be his successful attempt anyway. He could always return if he was driven away, and if he really botched it, then there were plenty of high ledges he could-
Fyursos stopped his thoughts there, feeling slightly disturbed by how objectively he'd thought of such an option.
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Oct 14, 2018 10:48:26 GMT -5
Let my fangs set you free The pair would do to not cease their movements. Though in such a form innocent looking and hardly threatening Fyursos was dangerous in his own right at his size. To underestimate the abilities of the small statured was a mistake often conducted by the inexperienced. The forest of bamboo and elder trees were hardly territory the Goblin could claim to know. Even as a tracker these woods were sacred and would due to turn those around who were not native to its lands. The pair bounded along the path in these smaller forms, having no trouble with the denser shrouds and gnarled roots of the gigantic trees, leafless from the winter hale. Giant evergreens lined the edge of the forest and once they broke through the pair would trounce into the deep snow in their human forms. The shifting seemed instantaneous, a practiced skill! Ahead of them was a barren waste of ice and stone. A few old trees long since petrified by the ancient climates lay toppled along unfamiliar paths. Several paces out there would be a sharp incline, a ridge they would need to climb, but such was a fright in the weather. While the skies were clear the chill made it so patches of black ice were all too common. Above that ridge would be the trail they needed to climb, but it would be no easy task for wandering about were Wild Heartless. The simian shaped menaces seemed at ease in their surroundings, throwing snowballs and causing mini avalanches upon one another. Powerwilds tossed avalanches on the Bouncywilds, whilst the Sniperwilds watched along high points for intruders. Titan growled and looked back to see if the goblin was able to keep up. "The magenta ones spot us long before we can cross the threshold. The blue ones cause the snow to fall, making the climb impossible." he explained. Despite their wings it seemed they were too small and immature to allow for actual flight. They needed some sort of plan but dragons such as they, so young, had reckless behavior that did not sit well with planning. "We have to get up on the ledge." Nymph pointed up to where a pair of Large Snowmen surveyed the paths with Green Requiem chiming along their movements. It did not seem this would be easy. They had to either run in, guns blazing, or come up with a sound means of preventing the Sniperwilds from setting off an alert to the rest. Those sharp, glowing red eyes scanned like beacons across their range as well! Fyursos had his work cut out for him! Let us purify your heart! words: 000 - tags: Fyursos - notes: A Winter Wonderland of Fiends
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Post by Fyursos on Oct 15, 2018 19:13:24 GMT -5
It wasn't even that long before the group came to their first roadblock... Well, pathblock. Trailblock? Whatever the term may be, there was a problem. Before them was a number of creatures Fyursos hadn't seem before. The Collective had defended itself from a few dim-skinned pests that shared a few features, but none were so organized or so twitchy as these. The former matter was of more concerned, as it showed they were against an opponent with some level of tactical thought when Fyursos has anticipated it would be a bout against mindless, paw-slamming beasts. Thinkers meant strategy, and strategy made things complicated. His fears were confirmed by the guardian's warning, and he remained still for some time to consider a method of approach.
The Goblin looked over to his companions, thinking on what traits they'd displayed thus far. In an optimal scenario, he may have tried to bypass this challenge entirely, skipping the sentries and finding a way around, but it was unlikely a 'way around' existed in a place like this. If it did, these two wouldn't have come this way at all. That meant a confrontation was necessary, and so he considered stealth. For a moment, at least. It didn't last long, as he quickly assumed that subtlety was not their strength. That left one last method to him: Shock.
"If we sever their fists, their eyes won't matter," he concluded aloud for his allies to hear while one hand fished through his pack for multiple objects. "Ignore the watchers and rush the blue ones. Aim less to kill and more to panic. They can't set a trap if they're too busy fleeing. To make sure that happens..." His hand rose from his pack, opening to reveal a handful of violet crystals. "We overwhelm them to ensure they can't think straight." While the other sifted through for a few red ones, he smiled beneath his mask. He already knew he wasn't particularly strong, so this kind of encounter actually suited him quite well. He'd make sure this wasn't a test of strength at all, but rather a test of the mind.
With both hands full of gems, he gave the signal. "On me, move!" he commanded them firmly, forgetting that he technically wasn't their leader while he lobbed the purple crystals into the air, where they followed him loosely as he dashed forth from their cover toward the blue ape creatures. He swung the other hand as he went, sending the handful of red crystals ahead to break against whatever body or object they struck first, bursting apart into fiery clouds to singe and blind the waiting Heartless. Above him, the lightning crystals were spinning wildly, ready to release their own energy in a few moments, and still he hefted the sack of stones over his shoulders while sprinting forward.
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Post by Nymph & Titan on Oct 21, 2018 11:09:15 GMT -5
Let my fangs set you free The brothers weren't quite sure how the goblin could sever the fists of the shadows. They looked to each other, canting their heads to the side. It was a curious consideration that. They could never make it farther than the ledge before getting forced back down by an avalanche of snow. Nary mind their considerable mountaineering skills as natives to this rock face: that mattered little under malms of ice and snow. The goblin seemed to have a plan similar to their older ones, but this time wit ha distinct difference: divide and conquer. The twins grinned and hi fived each other. In that action Titan would tighten his grip around Nymph's forearm. It seemed Fyursos' gamble paid off. Heartless were hardly organized, so it took little to disperse their agenda. A few Emblem made the bout a bit more measurable, but they were far from the thoughtful actions of a Nobody. The larger male snarled, a fang-filled gin painting his features with a malicious glee. "Let us smite them brother, I shall permit you to eat first." Iwht a deep roar the brute would hurl his sibling into the air, toward one of the blue scouts. Titan himself dropped to all fours as a thick mist of darkness filled his mouth and he rushed forward like a rabid kobold, showing his colors as a dragonkin, or as Fyursos knew: Dravanians. Titan lunged forward with his Dark Bite, crushing down on one of the blue Wilds. He shook his head like a rabid dog and sent it flying into one of the pink ones, panicked cheep chirping and squeaking loose! Nymph would soar across the air at being tossed, the pair working together as one would suspect of twins. His fists would be encircled by a holy light as he rained down upon one of the wilds like a cannon. His fists hit the ground with enough force to send the monkey shaped heartless flying into the side of the cliff, causing them to scurry about, trying to restore order to their manic ranks. With a style all their own the two dragons would revert to their smallest forms and tumble to the ground after their attacks. The black wyrm squeaked as he was nearly punted and spread his wings as he bounded across the landscape like a spring before fluttering up after the Goblin. The white twin shrieked as he shook off the cold snow he barreled into and fell back to the Goblin and his brother's steps, prancing along on his hindlegs, forearms in the air. Let us purify your heart! words: 000 - tags: Fyursos - notes: Reindeer Games
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Post by Fyursos on Nov 13, 2018 12:00:43 GMT -5
To the Goblin chief's satisfaction, his estimates were actually right for once. It was probably the first time since his arrival in this strange place that a plan went as he wanted. The brawny ones in front scattered before he got close, and he didn't hear much noise from the sentries other than the panic of being accosted by a pair of familiar, snouted faces. When the dragons joined him again, Fyursos scanned the surrounding area for what retaliation may come.
While he awaited the coming danger, he felt the need to explain when he recalled that these two might not have an ear for poetry. "It was a metaphor, you see," he elaborated on his previous statement of eyes and fists. "The scouts were represented as 'eyes', owing to their role of needing to see an incoming attack and, well... Bah, another time." He gave up, conceding that there were far more important things to discuss at the time. Fyursos drew out his pack, sifting through it to thumb at several small, blocky devices. Beacons. If it turned out they were in need for something other than their own cunning, there were a few things he could bring in as support, but he didn't want to resort to it so quickly if he had the choice.
"I'll give the benefit of the doubt and assume you've at least some knowledge of what's beyond here," he continued. Even if they weren't tactical prodigies, he refused to believe they'd never gotten at least this far, especially if they had access to the area before it was occupied. "If there are any hazards to be aware of, I want to know about them. Mystic, natural or otherwise, I want every scrap of information you have. Shock won't always work, so we'll likely have to use the environments to set up traps or create more elaborate scares, perhaps force them to evacuate, drive them over a ledge maybe..." He absently sorted through his bag, taking stock again and again of his supplies while sorting through potential strategies that could be employed in the given landscape. A lot of it was reduced to mumbling as he nixed a few lesser ideas. "...If this region has been rigged to be vulnerable to avalanche, we could also use that to our favor. After relocating those stones, they can be dumped into an encampment in a lower area. Tell me, is there a likely place for such a settlement? Again, all information you have is welcome. I'd prefer we do this right the first time." Without waiting for an answer, he slung his bag up again and started moving. Any competent soldier could walk and talk at the same time, so he wasn't going to waste the daylight by sitting around while their targets were probably arranging a counter-strike.
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